Chapter 3

Chapter 3

If this had been seven years ago, I probably would have doused Xie Mingchen with cold water to wake him up and demanded a word-for-word explanation.

Now, however, I simply told Chen Cheng to leave in a flat tone. Then, I helped Xie Mingchen out of his suit jacket and guided him to the bed.

As I wiped his face with a warm towel, an intrusive thought crossed my mind: if it had been the version of him from seven years ago, he never would have let me fall into such an embarrassing predicament.

Back then, after I agreed to be with him, he was so excited that he would suddenly burst out laughing in his sleep.

He would call my name over and over like a fool. “Suisui,” “Suisui,” he’d say, “Look at us-even our names are a perfect match.”

Once, on a whim, I checked his phone and complained with mock disappointment, “They say no one makes it out of their boyfriend’s phone alive, so why is there nothing here?”

He looked quite aggrieved. “What were you hoping to find? I don’t have an ex-girlfriend; you’re my first love. I don’t have anyone I’m flirting with, either-my WeChat profile picture is literally you.”

In those days, his phone was filled with dates related to me: my birthday, my period, the hundredth day since we met, the hundredth day of our relationship…

It was as if every single day spent with me was a cause for celebration.

Now, I could only catch glimpses of his former self in the way he instinctively nuzzled into the crook of my neck while drunk, whimpering and leaning on me to pat his back.